This is a song about "Slow poison"

Hit the club she drop it low

A nigga wanna drive slow,

Both my hands itching just like poison ivy,

On they twitter writing novels, see

Whip purple and yellow, hello

Syrup got me so slow

I've talked about this before, poison in the seeds,

As i stare at the ceiling fan, as a fan of these wicked streets

Ha, in your loophole though

Remind me to react slow.

Then clouding out the sun with poison smoke

The street slang i be speakin in code

No, just put us on death row

Can't get a even get slow.

Now they all got a dose of poison, now im in prison,

Gettin good graces, take his money, aa-another one